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"Nothing. They're yours."
"But you like to flaunt your nudity. I don't."
He studied me for a moment, his lips tightening. His lips curled into a little smile, and he shook his head. "I think I understand. I only publicize my own nudity. I would never share photos of you, in or out of clothes, without your explicit permission."
"Not worried you'll post naked pictures of me online. Your assistant leaked your sex tape. What if somebody leaks my photos this time?"
"I won't let that happen." He took my hands in his. "I care about you, and I will never let anyone hurt you. After my former assistant leaked the video, I not only fired him but also implemented new security measures. My phone can only be accessed with an iris scan, and my home computer requires a password." He grunted, one side of his mouth twisting into a sardonic expression. "My password used to be the word password followed by the number of my football jersey. Now, it's something no one will ever guess. Besides, like I keep telling you, I'm not demanding you pose nude. I would love to have a photo of you, that's all. You're beautiful, on the inside and the outside."
His words set off a lovely warmth in my chest that blossomed outward. He cared about me. He loved the way I looked no matter what I wore or didn't wear. In the three weeks that we'd known each other, he'd done nothing except protect my privacy and help me in any way I'd let him. Even that day at the hot spring when we'd made love in the water, he hadn't pressured me to undress. I'd done it because I wanted to do it.
I slanted in to touch my lips to his. "Okay. I'll pose for you."
"Thank you, Eve." He kissed my cheek. "You won't regret this."
"Can't regret anything we've done together." Rolling my chair back, I stood and picked up my camera, then offered it to him. "All yours."
He accepted the camera and rose, scrutinizing the various buttons and switches on it. "I've never used a high-end digital camera like this one."
"Don't worry, it's easy. I'll show you the ropes."
For the next ten minutes, I demonstrated the basics for him, and he mastered all of it right away. I tested the lighting by having him lie down on the crimson cushion. When I held the light meter near his hips, he smirked.
"Is it critical," he said, "to make sure my cock is properly lit?"
"Oh, absolutely." I withdrew the light meter. "Can't have your gorgeous dick hidden in shadows."
He lunged up to grab me around the waist and haul me down onto the cushion on top of him. "It's your turn in front of the camera."
"It'll be hard for you to photograph me while I'm lying on top of you."
"You're right, though I hate to give up fondling you." To prove he meant that, he cupped my bottom with both hands. "But I suppose I must."
He rolled us over and hopped to his feet.
I tossed him the light meter.
Catching it, he headed for the table where I'd set down the camera.
While he had his back turned, I got ready for my photo session.
Val, camera in hand, turned to face me. He stared at me for a moment, but then his mouth stretched into a grin. "Evie, you saucy little vixen. After everything you said—"
"What you said changed my mind." I stretched my arms above my head, petting the crimson cushion, and bent one knee. The velvet felt divine against my naked skin. "How's this pose?"
"Perfect." He raised the camera and began snapping pictures. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Your body deserves to be captured on digital film for posterity. In fact, I might call the Louvre to offer them the modern masterpiece that is Eve Holt."
He paused in his picture-taking to wink at me.
"Very funny," I said, rolling onto my stomach, propped up on my elbows. "I know you won't really do that. But if you should plaster my nakedness all over the Internet, I'll show everyone the picture I took yesterday."
"What picture is that?"
"You tripping over a twig, about to fall flat on your face. Your mouth was wide open, and I think your tongue was sticking out."
"Do you honestly think I'd be embarrassed?" He dropped to his knees three feet from the cushion where I lay. "You know me better than that."
"I do. And I love your complete lack of shame."
